When she was fifteen years old, Xu Yi thought she would marry that young and wanton general, her childhood sweetheart, her sweetheart.
At the age of twenty-five, she had given up all hope and wished to live in the palace forever and be her titular imperial concubine.
When he was twelve years old, Qiao Chengyu was the unpopular seventh prince. He was not destined for the throne, but he couldn't defeat his ambitious mother-in-law.
At the age of twenty-seven, the person he loved most was by his side, but he could only bear to protect her.
In the end, the two of them grew old. Under the bright light, Chengyu stroked Xu Yi's gray hair and talked about the past.
"I've always wanted to know, how could you fall in love with me back then?"
"Perhaps it was that snowy night in the garden. The look you looked at me was frank and gentle."
So he fell into despair at one glance and turned his head blank at the thought.
Intention: Light and freedom are the yearning